The Bounty Hunter's Honour (Renegades Book 5)

by L P Peace

  Her lips were soft and impossibly full. They yielded against his. When her tongue stroked over his lips, he groaned, her tongue finding entry to his mouth and caressing his.

  He was instantly hard, his cock pushing against the covering he wore. He groaned deeper, wanting all at once to be inside her in any way and every way he could be.

  Ronin forced himself to break the kiss. ‘You don’t have to—’

  ‘Get your damn clothes off,’ she whispered against him, before delving into his mouth once more.

  'Sophia,' he whispered.

  'Ronin.' She smiled.

  They undressed quickly. If humans had foreplay, Sophia skipped it by grabbing his hard length in her hand and positioning it at her opening. She pushed down, and Ronin found himself entering a hot, wet paradise. He groaned as it spasmed around him.

  So this is what alien males worked, saved, and spent life savings to experience. This is why the Fedhith and Bentari would never stop.

  If Sophia left him tomorrow, he knew this alone would haunt him forever. Then he looked into her eyes. They were serious. Vulnerable. Full of emotion.

  If she left him, what else was there?

  He would never be able to let her go. He would do anything to keep her. Do anything to make her happy. Do anything to keep that fire in her eyes and those smiles on her lips.

  They kissed, and she began to move in his lap, rising and lowering up and down his length. He hissed into her mouth. She moaned on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her so tight she had no choice but to stop.

  'Ronin?'

  'Sophia,' he whispered.

  He lowered his hands to her hips, fingers biting into the meat of her ass.

  Ronin had heard males talk over the solars about human females. About their cunts and what it was like when they climaxed. All of the humans Ronin knew of were slaves, so he’d refused to dwell on such talk. It was an experience Ronin suddenly found himself desperate for.

  He directed the rhythm. Controlled himself and slowly watched as Sophia's control slipped until she was a sweat-glistening, writhing mess moaning desperately for her climax on his cock.

  He sped his rhythm enough to tip her over the edge.

  Suddenly the heat and wet increased, allowing her to slip easier up and down him. Her muscles contracted around him, increasing the friction, increasing the hold until it felt like she was pumping him with a hand. Ronin hissed and bared his teeth, determined to watch her moaning, bucking, writhing on him. Determined to hold off his own climax, because now, having witnessed it himself, Ronin found himself greedy for more.

  Sophia collapsed against him, breathing hard, still moaning. He placed his hands on her hips to still her and waited until the convulsing of her paradise had stopped.

  'Sophia,' he whispered. 'How do I please you?'

  'What? Do you want a rating?' She drew back, watching him, amusement in her eyes. He felt the prick of the salt air on his skin. 'Five out of five. Ten out of ten. Five stars. You get all the ratings.'

  'I don’t know what that means,’ he laughed. 'I mean, I want you to cum again. I want to be the cause of your cumming. How do I do that?' He watched her skin gain a red tint. It crept up her neck and face.

  'Well, there is this one way. I've heard it's really great, but I've only had one boyfriend and he refused to do it.'

  'Tell me,' he said. He would please her in a way no male ever had.

  Suddenly, the fearless girl who had fought him, flirted with him, knocked him into a pod before selling his ship, almost stole his ship a second time, and, only metri ago, slipped his cock inside her was shy.

  'I think you just stole my calm,' she admitted.

  'Then, for a change, I can be the “cool” one,' he said.

  'You use your mouth,' she whispered.

  'On your paradise?'

  'You think my pussy is paradise.' Her voice was husky.

  'I know it is,' he groaned.

  'Yes.’ She smiled at him. 'On my paradise.'

  Ronin flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her so that they were face-to-face.

  He kissed her lips. The more he did this strange thing, the more he liked it. Then he kissed her neck, her collar bone. He kissed down her sternum between the two mounds on her chest. He watched her cup the mounds in her hands as he passed. He could see her dusky nipples between her fore-fingers and thumbs. She was rolling the point.

  He removed one hand and caught the nipple in his mouth. Sophia groaned loudly, her back bowing beneath him. He replaced his mouth with his hand and went for the other nipple. When he slipped down her body, kissing her skin as he did, her hands found their way to her breasts again. Ronin watched, feeling his cock straining harder at the sight.

  He slipped between her legs and looked at her. She had two sets of lips protecting the wet heat of her. He propped himself up on his elbows and slipped his forefingers in between them. Pulling the outer apart caused the inner to blossom open. The sight was so erotic his cock protested not being back inside her with three hard pulses. He clenched his teeth, groaned, and ignored it, determined to explore her.

  Above her entrance was a small nodule of something. Her sex reminded Ronin of certain flowers in his world, and that nodule, that was important. He knew it.

  He wanted to start slowly. He wanted Sophia to get the most of this experience, and he knew he was inexperienced, so he had to be extra careful—more in control and willing to explore her thoroughly.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.

  'You don’t have to if you don't want—'

  Ronin stayed her words by sucking one inner lip into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, and she gasped, her eyes half-closing. He released that lip, and did the same to its twin, rubbing his fingers in between the two sets of lips and watching her eyes close and her head drop back. He moved his fingers close to—but not over—her nodule and watched as it was pushed and tugged by his movements. As it moved, it became engorged and turned dark dusky red.

  Ronin smiled in satisfaction. This is where he would help her find her climax.

  He dipped his mouth to the entrance of her pussy, her paradise. It was already wet with the juices of her last climax. He took a deep breath and growled low in his throat.

  'Ronin,' she gasped.

  He hadn't meant to growl. It was a reaction to the scent Sophia emitted. It hit some primitive part of him that recognised something in her that was his. He took a deep breath, and another growl flew out of him. He pressed his tongue to her paradise and slipped it inside, unfurling the full length and pushing it inside her. He rarely extended his tongue. It was unwieldy, and scientists speculated to its purpose. But now he used it to taste her, to lick her, to fuck her like he had with his cock.

  'Ronin,' she said. 'What is that?'

  Ronin swallowed his tongue back into his mouth and got up. He planned on telling her about his tongue, but he couldn’t seem to speak. Instead, he licked her belly and allowed his tongue to unfurl as he drew it up her body.

  Her eyes widened in shock. 'Ronin, has your tongue always been this long?'

  He nodded.

  'That thick?'

  He nodded again.

  'Covered in those, err, things?'

  Ronin nodded. They were sensors of a kind, long defunct in his species. But they were pleasurable against the skin, so their race had retained them.

  He still couldn't speak to tell her this, though. His brain seemed to have only one thought: taste her paradise.

  He stalked up to her body, tongue retracting into his mouth. He tested kissing her to see if she was freaking out, but instead, there was a look of anticipation on her face and she kissed him eagerly.

  'I think I just struck the jackpot in oral from boyfriends,' she whispered against his mouth.

  'Need you,' he managed back before retreating back between her legs and thrusting eagerly inside her. Her flavour burst over his tongue and did something to the nod
ules. They sent a jolt of pure pleasure to his cock. Perhaps they weren't defunct after all, just unused for their true purpose.

  Ronin slipped his hands under Sophia's ass and pulled her closer as he thrust in again.

  'Oh, god, Ronin,' she cried out.

  He thrust into her over and over, watching her come undone yet again. When she came again, her juices spilt over his tongue in a sweet flavour that almost made him cum. He groaned deep in his throat, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

  Something had happened. Ronin wasn't totally in control of himself anymore.

  He looked up at her as she climaxed. This was deeper than realising he was in love. This was deeper than realising he would do anything for her. At this moment, she became a part of his body, his mind and soul. She became his blood, his bones, and the marrow within.

  Suddenly, Ronin knew what it meant to be bonded. Sophia was his mate. She was his life and his future. She was his everything. Though he had a choice to begin with, now his choices had fled. He had to complete the bond.

  He stalked back up her. Their eyes were locked together. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and locked them around his back as he slipped inside her, hissing at the feeling of her still spasming paradise around him.

  'Ronin, are you okay?' she asked.

  Still unable to speak, Ronin’s body was working independently now, working on pure instinct.

  'Need you,' he managed through a tight throat. 'Now.'

  'I'm yours,' she whispered.

  Ronin could see she meant it.

  Thrusting, Ronin buried his cock as far inside her as he could go. When he had bottomed out, he sat there for a moment trying to gather the fragments of his mind.

  'It's okay, Ronin,' she whispered.

  He wanted to find a way to frame his thoughts, but instead, he withdrew until his head was at the entrance of her pussy and thrust forward. Her hips met his thrust, and she cried out. He withdrew again and thrust, and again, and again, building up a rhythm.

  Smell her, his instinct screamed at him. Ronin buried his face into her neck, smelling the oils of her scent on her hair. His instinct roared for him to go faster, go harder, and he obeyed. Unable to resist, he was compelled to obey, to increase his rhythm to his instinct's tempo. Driven to cum inside her. Driven to make her his completely.

  He heard her gasps, moans, and groans increase, and it fed the beast's demands for her.

  A growling started deep in his throat. Whatever was happening, he knew he was too far gone to regain control. All he could do was try to hold on enough not to hurt Sophia.

  He stopped and withdrew from her, his heavy cock landing with a slap on the mat he’d been sitting on.

  Pulling her up, he raised her to her knees.

  'Ronin?'

  He turned her so that her back was to his front and lifted her back onto his cock. He buried his face deep into her hair, grunting with satisfaction as her scent washed over him, driving away the last vestiges of his control. Then he began fucking her.

  Across his belly and chest, he felt a strange tingling coming from his spots. Instinct demanded he hold Sophia close to them.

  Sophia felt Ronin's cock pierce her again. The position was better, and the ridges down his cock rubbed her in new and better places.

  She could tell something was happening to him, but he seemed to have no control over it; he was running purely on instinct.

  He was back to fucking her hard. Every time she tried to increase or decrease the rhythm, a sexy growl would come from his throat, and when she stopped, he would lick and kiss her neck approvingly. At this point, she was messing with him just for the sexy neck time.

  A tingling sensation started up her back. It seemed to send jolts of electricity straight to her clit. Usually, Sophia couldn't have more than one orgasm during sex, so two had surprised her. Suddenly, her clit was pulsing a needy beat across her whole pussy. The tingling turned into pins and needles and then static shocks, and then she was coming harder than she'd ever come before. She crested a wave, and another crashed over her. She cried out and pressed the back of her head into Ronin's chest, feeling the tingles through her scalp. Another wave crashed over her, and she cried out again. She reached back, grabbing the back of Ronin's neck in her hand, her fingers entwining in his tendrils. She was desperate to ground herself to him as that wave retreated only to have another consume her.

  'Ronin!' she cried out and felt his arms tighten their grip, his hips snapping harder and harder.

  Ronin's face was still buried deep in her hair. He was nibbling on her neck and laving it with his tongue, then nibbling again. His growling increased and she came again. Her body's movements were jerky and uncontrolled. Exhausted and desperate.

  She felt his cock grow, felt him come inside her. Felt his rhythm stagger as she came one more time, slower, less intense. Finally, their movements stuttered and stumbled to a halt.

  Sophia smiled, basking in the afterglow of her orgasms. In the feel of Ronin's cock inside her. The feel of his arms around her. His lips on her neck.

  After a minute, she realised he had gone completely still.

  'Ronin.’ She was almost hesitant to ask. 'Are you okay?'

  ‘Did I hurt you?’ There was pain in his voice. Fear.

  ‘No, Ronin.’ She reached back, turning her head as far as it would go until her eyes met his. ‘Not at all. I loved every second.’

  'Do you feel this?' he asked, his hand coming between them, his fingers moving against his stomach and brushing against her back.

  'The tingles? Is that it? Are we bonded?'

  He sighed and nodded. 'I didn’t hurt you?’ he asked again. ‘I tasted you and instinct took over.'

  ‘You didn’t hurt me,’ she reassured him again. ‘You’re sure this works on humans?’

  ‘I believe so. Perhaps we should have consulted a doctor before going ahead with this. I don’t know what effect it will have on you,' he admitted.

  'We should probably get that checked out in the morning?' she suggested.

  ‘You’re sure this is what you want?’ His voice was fearful. Sophia realised that not knowing if she was bonded or not was scaring him.

  ‘I am,' she said. 'I was drawn to you from the beginning. Bonded or not. I’m in for life.'

  Ronin frowned and stared at her.

  Sophia stroked the side of his face and let him see her. She let him see everything she felt for him, and slowly the worry, doubt and despair left him.

  He put his forehead to hers.

  'Really?' She was careful not to break contact. They stared into each other's eyes. Ronin’s pupils expanded until there was only a dark line of the chartreuse left.

  Sophia moved to dismount his glorious cock, but Ronin stopped her moving.

  'What's wrong?'

  'Mating heat,' he grunted out. 'Need you again.'

  'Oh.' Sophia smiled at him. 'Busy night then.'

  He nodded and thrust. The tingles started up between them again, and whatever Sophia had meant to say next was carried away on a wave of ecstasy.

  It was strange that after two nights away from Vernaya, arriving back at the ship felt almost like coming home.

  The loading ramp closed behind them, and Sophia led the way up the stairs. Dumping her bag on the bed, she walked through the living quarters to the cockpit beyond.

  While Ronin paid their fees and got permission to leave, Sophia searched the quartex for information about the Tessans. It had been days since she’d last checked, and there had been no news then.

  ‘The Tessans are at IGC,’ she said. ‘With Endurance!’ Sophia smiled at Ronin. ‘The IGC demanded the return of all humans taken from Endurance and sold.’

  Ronin reached out, placing his hand on hers. ‘Your friends will probably already be on their way by the time we arrive.’

  ‘I hope so.’

  Vernaya lifted from the planet. A few minutes later, they were flying over the ocean. Sophia looked out over the a
tolls. It was impossible to distinguish their atoll from the thousands around them, but her spirits rose at the sight.

  After two days of near-constant lovemaking, the spots on Ronin’s chest and stomach had disappeared; they were bonded, and his heat had broken. Our heat, she thought. She’d never felt as horny as she had once her part kicked in. It had left her achy and needy and even now, her muscles protested. Not that Sophia minded. Every ache was a reminder of the best days of her life.

  The doctor they had seen that morning assured her that her body responded to the bond the same way a Kerisian female’s would. He’d offered them a drug to suppress the bond. He hadn’t appreciated Sophia’s chosen response or the laughter that had boomed from Ronin.

  Now there was more to be optimistic of. The idea that Tara, Zoe, and Addison would soon be free, along with the rest of the crew.

  Keris’s gate was just outside of the system. A few minutes later, they emerged at the Zenin gate, the one closest to the IGC without them going directly to the station.

  ‘Anyone pinging us?’ she asked.

  ‘Not yet—just now.’ Ronin worked feverishly at the controls. ‘A docked Dabriss ship.’

  Ronin left the station’s space and entered FTL as soon as they were clear, going in the direction of the border Zenin shared with IGC.

  ‘We are… not being followed,’ Ronin said.

  ‘Let’s get on with it,’ Sophia said. Ronin grew grim and nodded.

  ‘Indeed. Putting in a call to the Amaran embassy.’

  In front of them, the screen flicked from stars to a light grey-skinned Amaran with pale pink eyes.

  ‘My name is Ronin Dosh’Ventis. I have an urgent call for High-Protector Thanesh.’

  The Amaran turned from Ronin to Sophia. ‘You are a member of the Earth ship’s crew?’

  ‘Yes. My name is Sophia Abara. I have the data packet. We also have evidence that Hekalion Dar’s been working to prevent me from reaching the IGC. We need an urgent pickup.’

  ‘We just came through the Zenin gate and are on our way to the border.’

  The Amaran’s face took on a concerned quality. ‘I will be back in a metri,’ the female said before the screen went dark.